.. come on Charles ... the world is fucked up and we need to sort it out. Now if I can focus on this then so can you ... I mean this hasn't just happe...ed to you."Charles' mouth opened and then it closed. He looked at Connie and she looked back, angrily. Charles looked down at his feet and felt awkward again. Then he looked up and noticed a tear running down Connie's cheek. He felt like a heel. Connie brushed the tear away with the sleeve of his 'hoodie'."Sorry, again," Charles said softly. "I. "The boys, who were 12 and 14 years old, used the bandits' horses and ropes to pull the bodies to an arroyo and dumped them in. Once that was done, I asked them to fasten their ropes to the frame of my automobile and pull me out of the sand. They had to pull me nearly 400 yards to be sure that I was clear of the loose sand.When that was done, I gave them the four horses and the tack to pay them for their efforts. Strictly, from a monetary point of view, the boys were grossly overpaid, but I. This was the second time in one day I had the pleasure of touching a man’s cock. This time I wanted to see it through, I wanted to feel him deep inside me. Fucking me.Moving my hand up and down his cock, I felt the warmth of his desire flowing through his veins. I kissed the head again and tasted his precum, but this time I opened my mouth to welcome the head inside. I swirled my tongue around the smoothness, but when Koos wanted to push his cock deeper in my mouth, I nearly gagged and pulled. Keeping my dominant right hand free to manipulate the device’s controls and stop Mel expelling the nozzle with her internal muscles, I slid my left hand between her legs and placed my palm on Mel’s soft, warm, newly-hairless belly, gently caressing it.“I feel full,” eventually Mel complained.I could feel Mel’s internal muscles clenching and unclenching, trying to hold in the water. I looked at the meter reading - barely half a pint. I stopped the flow. “That’s not very much water,” I said. “You.